Personal Jesus

"But He was pierced through our transgressions,

He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening for our well being fell upon Him,

and by His scourging we are healed."﻿

(Zechariah 13:6)

Sweet Jesus, sweep away my debts using Your blood as cleansing currency. Spill enough to cover the costs of future errors. Take punches. Take piercings. Be pissed on. All for the joy of paving a possible path for me towards perfection. The power of Your death throws will aid me greatly. Your tears, milked by anguish, will conjure greatness from my soul.
Drink from the bitter cup of your love for me. Relish in my future ascension as the whip wraps around Your body. Tell me of the pleasures blending with your torture, because it's all for me. You are both my punching bag and my benefactor. How romantic.
I appreciate the outlet. Your pain is the prism of which my sin and shortcomings shine through. The mismanaged anger. The problematic sexual compulsions. The vanity. Take it all and plunge towards death, having faith that there's life on the other side.
Who wouldn't feel loved? Seeing your body hanging there, blood and water dripping from those lifeless limbs, I feel whiter than snow. I feel renewed. Strengthened. I'm empowered by the sight of you upholding your end of a selfless bargain. The lamb of God Himself slaughtered on the altar of my life... on the altar of my inabilities... on the altar of the original sin perpetually evolving in my heart.
Don't we all want a personal Jesus? After all, aren't we all suffering for someone else, too. Sacrificing. Spreading ourselves thin. Swallowing the shame of others. I haven't turned my face away while being spat on, either... I haven't shielded my body from weapons formed against me, because those behind me wouldn't survive the blow. Thank God for Christ. Thank God for a matyr persecuted for His undying belief in me? Thank God for reciprocity.

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Pervert. Heretic. Avant-Gardian. Artist, Forbidden Light, makes it his mission to mix all things with sex and fetish. With the belief that "sex is a microcosm of the universe"; he tests his theories by making strange sexual juxtapositions.